The First Magic World War

Charles, holding the antispace sniper rifle, pondered for a long time under the cover of night and, like Lord Leo, concealed the extraordinary rifle in his collar, returned to his room to collect all his magic-breaking bombshell bullets, and did not use the main entrance. Instead, he cast the Cat Transformation Spell, turning into a young and agile cat, and made a beeline for No. 5 Dragon Fortress Street in the Alcatraz area: the Chelsea Detective Agency.

He didn't know what was there, but he knew he had to make the trip.

Where was it written that one should always be subjected to assassination attempts and never fight back?

The Alcatraz district is a middle-class residential area not far from the Piccadilly area, and many of the Alcatraz middle class liked to shop in the Piccadilly area, with several roads connecting the two districts.

Transformed into a young agile cat, Charles leaped continuously across the rooftops like a bolt of lightning.

After casting the Cat Transformation Spell, he retained only Insight and the Quickness Technique. Though his spirituality remained unchanged, his Bloody Glory could not be used, as it was sealed by his feline form.

In other words, after transforming into a cat, he had speed but little combat ability.

Charles didn't mind; after all, a cat frolicking on the rooftops in the dark night attracts less attention than a person running about haphazardly.

Dozens of minutes later, Charles glanced at a street sign; he had arrived at Dragon Fortress Street. Following this street, he quickly saw the signboard of the Chelsea Detective Agency.

In Strasbourg, all detective agencies had signboards to make it easier for those seeking help to find the right detective agency.

It was now the middle of the night, and most of the windows of the Chelsea Detective Agency were dark. Even though the detective agency should have been quiet, lights shone through from the second floor.

Relying on his transformed agile cat body and light figure, Charles energetically leapt onto the roof of the Chelsea Detective Agency and crawled through a chimney.

The office of the Chelsea Detective Agency was a small three-story building, but there weren't many rooms; each floor had only three rooms. Charles circled the third floor, didn't find anything objectionable or any people, and then proceeded down the stairs to the second floor.

He came to the door of the lit room, quietly lay down, and heard people talking in the room.

"Philedrica, be gentle!"

"I'm already being very gentle. How did you get into such a mess? Did someone almost kill you and you fought back?"

"No!"

"No? Then how did you get injured like this? The opponent is also a master of swordsmanship, this stab is venomous and ruthless, a bit like the swordsmanship of those vampires."

"Yes, no! There was no near-death counterattack. The opponent wasn't injured, only I was."

"Algenon! What are you talking about? You got wounded by someone and didn't kill the target?"

The brown-haired, gray-eyed Algenon spread his hands, ears tufted with fine fur drooping, and said, "I also didn't expect this target to be so tough. I tried to assassinate him twice, got stabbed once and had to retreat, this time I was hit by an axe." He showed the girl in the room the big bump on the back of his head, round and big, brimming with blood, from being hit by the Vampiric Hand Axe.

The girl couldn't help but exclaim, "Were you sent to assassinate a high-level transcendent? These intelligence groups are getting worse and worse, even making mistakes in basic data collection."

Algenon sighed and said, "It shouldn't be high-level, nor intermediate rank. The information said fourth order, although not very accurate, but at most it wouldn't be more than fifth order! The only problem is, he cultivates Bloody Glory..."

The girl known as Philedrica, a typical cat-eared lass with a pretty face and a svelte figure, had big round ears and sea-green eyes full of passion and vitality. Her healthy brown skin had some faint dark spots, but she was not a cat girl; she was a genuine leopard woman!

Philedrica couldn't help saying, "Bloody Glory? That useless transcendent art? Not many on the Old Continent practice it anymore, right? After all, which major empire allows indiscriminate killing? Without being allowed to kill at will, cultivating Bloody Glory is as slow as a turtle."

"The only country that doesn't care about the slaughtering of ordinary people is Byron, but Byron's bloodsuckers detest Bloody Glory. As soon as they discover someone practicing it, they will execute them without any mercy."

Algenon whispered, "His Bloody Glory cultivation is indeed not high, but he has mastered Blood Flame Qi and Angel's Thorn!"

"This guy's swordsmanship is exquisite, his combat strength terrifyingly strong. He possesses a terrifying intuition, able to see through my knife techniques at any moment and counter with the most effective moves."

"Moreover, this person is extremely cunning. The second assassination attempt was because he deliberately set a trap, waiting for me to assassinate him, then almost blew my head off with a single move!"

Algenon didn't go into details, as being fooled by such a simple trick was not something to be proud of.

Charles stretched lazily, thinking, "So this guy's name is Algenon!"

"It's time to kill him!"

"And might as well kill that beastman girl too!"
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"Although she's innocent, so am I. Hopefully, by killing these two, I can temporarily cut off the Orc Assassin Alliance's reach into Strasbourg and delay the time they send the third wave of assassins."

"Or maybe I'll just set a fire!"

"Burn their ledger of contracts... "

Charles pondered in his heart how he would strike to kill them both.

The brown-haired, grey-eyed assassin, Algenon, was still stronger than him, and the strength of the other girl, Philedrica, was unknown. If he botched the attack and they counterattacked together, he certainly wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Kill Philedrica first!"

Charles made up his mind. He harnessed his energy into his paws and leaped into the air, transforming from a cat into a handsome young man while in mid-air, pulling out his Extraordinary Sniper Rifle from his collar. Before landing, he had already assumed a shooting position and decisively pulled the trigger as soon as he touched the ground.

The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet pierced through the room's door, blasting a huge, gaping hole in it.

Charles fired a shot and immediately felt something was wrong because through the large hole in the room's door, he didn't see the girl.

"Miscalculation!"

Without any hesitation, Charles tucked the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle into his collar and sprang up, heading straight for the third floor.

Just as he sprung up, a long and straight leg viciously kicked the ground.

If Charles had reacted any slower, that strike would have broken all his ribs.

The Leopard Woman, Philedrica, twisted her waist and leaped, shouting indignantly, "Die!"

What responded to her was an axe hurtling through the air!

Philedrica, in mid-air, was agile as if she could fly, sidestepping the thrown axe. She reached out to grab the handle, but the axe, as if alive, suddenly changed direction, slashing towards the leopard girl's wrist.

Philedrica's wrist flexed with agility, slapping away the curve-seeking axe.

The Vampiric Hand Axe spun and, with a whistling sound, also rushed to the third floor.